So sometimes cussata goes out of town and it's a weekend and I'm like "Hey, lalartu, come to dinner!" So he comes to dinner on Saturday and leaves Monday morning. I love my friends.

Shawn was, as always, a delightful companion. He helped cook, he helped shop, he kept the baby from eating his laptop cable, and he helped save me from the last of the blue cheese dinner rolls. Then, on Sunday morning when I said, "We should go pick berries." He was like "Yeah, berries, let's do it." And then we came home with like 12 pounds of berries. We both made pies and then I tagged oushi for canning advice and thanks to my lovely husband's shopping fu I spent my evening putting up jars of raspberry jam, blackberry preserves, and one lovely jar of the albino raspberry preserves which are just not appetizing to look at like that. They're just not. But omg.. a world of nom.

So, much cooking, some cleaning, some canning, hanging out at the renfaire with my daughter and the always lovely bittibuddha... a perfect perfect weekend.

Oh, and I made my Little Mermaid bloomers. Woot! Next weekend I go help the hunt for a mysterious beastie in the wilds of Morgantown. Because this is my life lately. Ain't it grand?